The Blood Hourglass

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Sutheris hugged me back to the temple and rushed directly back to his room. Will and the others had been in this room for a long time. After all, Sutheris ordered them to wait here when he left. Now, you are not allowed to go anywhere.

They had to wait here, and they were so bored that they would put down the so-called Master Missilia.

They were taken aback as they watched Saturus rushing into the room holding each other like the wind.

"Estel, come! Master Missilia is injured." Satresi put me in a daze on his bed and called Estel who was on the sidelines.

"She... how could..." Esther came to the bed and looked at the undulating sleeve arrow on the opponent. Esther could not imagine what they had experienced just now.

"How? Will something happen?" Sartres stared nervously at Esther who turned around.

"I don't know yet. Go out first. Let me check it." Then, Satris and Will retired, but Celia didn't seem to want to come out, so she dragged her feet, but she never moved out of the door .

"You go out too!" Esther said in a mercilessly scared voice.

"Go out, I'm kind enough to see what you can do for help, huh! It's really kind of bad news." After two complaints, Celia went out.

"Close the door!" Esther commanded without looking back.

"You..." Celia was helpless, but obediently did as she said.

Seeing everyone going out, Esther leaned down and looked at me, "What do you think?"

I opened my eyes slightly and looked at her in front of me. Isn't it a waste of words for her to ask? How else can I feel? Of course it hurts, but looking at her serious look, I still said, "It hurts!"

"I know this. I'm asking you where else you feel uncomfortable besides chest pain?" She frowned and explained.

"I am weak, and my mind is blurred." I answered truthfully.

"This..." She was stunned, "Well, I know, now I have to take this hidden weapon off first, please bear with me."

"Yeah." I have no strength to move now, she can do whatever she wants, and it's nonsense to tell me. Seeing that I slowly stretched out my hand to hold the half-sleeved arrow, I simply closed my eyes. Suddenly a sharp pain hit, I couldn't help screaming, "Short"

"Okay, now I will use my blood to clean up the wound for you, and it will be fine soon." Then I felt the coolness in the wound, and slowly this comfortable feeling flowed through my body, and finally I was just like this. I fell asleep and didn't even know when she left.

Seeing the person on the bed just fell asleep, Esther felt strange. Although this method is the fastest and the best method to treat injuries, it is generally not used. After all, when other people’s blood falls into Her wounds will bring pain that cannot be easily, but she doesn't seem to be. You can see the enjoyment on her face.

Seeing that the deep wound slowly revealed some silver-gray debris in her blood, she guessed that it was the turbidity left by Will when he stabbed her. It seemed that she helped her heal it this time. Up.

Waiting for all those things to be exhausted, she closed her hands, covered her cloak, and then went to open the door and let those people outside the door come in.

"How is she?" Sartres asked hurriedly when she saw Esther.

"She should be fine." Esther looked a little tired, after all, a lot of silver and blood was used to treat her injuries.

"That's good." Sartres glanced at Esther and said gently, "You are tired too, go back and rest!"

"Yes, Lord Sartres." Esther took the order, and suddenly turned her head when she was about to leave. "Master Sartres, her wound has not healed completely yet, so it is best not to move her. Yes, let her wade like this for the last two days, otherwise the wound will probably be healed on the surface but damaged on the inside."

"Well, I know, don't worry." Satresi responded and walked into the room. Watching them go in, Esther left here and went back to her room.

Looking at the **** the bed, Satres shook his head, the gentleness on his face turned into helplessness and faint regret.

"What's the matter? Lord Sartres, did she get into trouble again?" Celia couldn't help but care when she saw that the only gentle Sartres had always appeared helpless.

"No, it's me. If it weren't for me to see her real strength, nothing like this would happen. Fortunately, she's fine. If something really happened to her, then...we can't explain to Master Stei. "Satress said, pulling the blanket over to cover her.

"Who hurt her?" Looking at the person on the bed, Will naturally knew her strength, so he was more interested in the person who hurt her.

"A human being." Satris replied casually.

"Human? Impossible." Will denied without hesitation, but as soon as he uttered the words, he immediately eased his tone, "I'm sorry, Lord Sartres, I didn't say that I didn't believe what Sartres said, but I have played against her before, knowing her strength, and believing that there can be no existence that can surpass her in humans, let alone hurt her."

"Oh?" Sartres smiled, Will's eagerness spoke out. He was not angry, but he didn't expect that people like Will would have someone who admired, and asked with a hint of amusement, "Then how strong is she? "

"Maybe better than me, I don't know how strong it is." Will replied solemnly.

"Oh? Better than you?" To be honest, like Ritter and the others, she is as powerful as Satris can't feel.

"Yes, I did it at the beginning..." Will was about to answer, but Sartres stopped. "Let's go to another room and let her rest here."

"Yes." Everyone naturally understood another meaning of their master.

The four people came to the room that was originally Missilia, and now this room was naturally replaced by the room of Satreus. Everyone sat down at the table. There was tea, snacks, and fruit on the table. I should say Everything.

"Go on." Satris poured himself a cup of tea and took a sip.

"I told everyone that I hurt her before, and the spear went straight into his left chest." Wil paused, looked at the faces of the listeners, and saw everyone nodding to admit, so he continued, "In fact, that kind of injury She was not dead, which surprised me very much. I think it is our angel. If we are wounded like that, I don’t think I will survive for a few days. Even if she does not die, she might sleep for thousands of years."

"I agree with this." Slander agreed.

"But even so, it can only prove that she is inferior to you!" Celia was puzzled.

"But at the beginning, she was injured. It was entirely because of Shulia and Yakro. If it weren't for her two friends who wanted to save her, how could I have a chance to stab her." Will will never forget. The situation at the time, after all, was the only time he had not beaten each other in a one-on-one or fair situation.

"It turns out that she was hurt like this." Slander nodded, "It seems that Master Missilia must be very strong."

"But she hasn't been hurt by a human!" Celia sighed indifferently.

"That's because..." All the guesses in Satrese's heart, but it was not easy to say so, and finally he shook his head, "You can go out and walk around now, and I will go back to look after Master Missilia."

"Yes, Lord Sartres." Now Celia is happy, and finally she can go out to see the style of this archdiocese. He came to the temple overnight and had no chance to see the magnificence of this city. , She pulled up Slander and walked outside the room. And Ville didn't seem to have much interest, but he went out anyway, but he didn't go with Slander and the others. Instead, he took away his strength by himself and walked on the streets of the city, full of contemplation in his heart.

"Shu Le, where are you?" Will originally thought, if she becomes Misselia, then Shu Le should be back, but until now she hasn't seen the other person's shadow. Could it be that her calculation was wrong? , Or what happened to Shule?

But I don't know that Shu Le is sleeping, although there are signs of waking up.

Looking at the person on the bed, Sina’s dead heart seemed to start beating again. She said in a loud voice, "Wake up! Wake up! Then recognize me as the master, I will definitely not be like her For you, definitely not."

"Master..." Suddenly, the person on the bed really opened his eyes and called.

Xia was in ecstasy and stretched out her hand to lift the opponent up, "Are you really awake? Really awake."

But the other party just looked at her calmly and didn't react too much.

"What's the matter with you? Don't know me anymore, I am your master?" Xia pointed to herself very affectionately and explained.

"Master?" The other party's calm eyes still didn't mean anything, looked at her, then got up, and finally went around her and walked to the door of the room.

"Where are you going?" Xia called out urgently.

"I'll go to the master." The other party did not answer, but reached out and opened the door.

"But now I am your master." Xia rushed to stop him from leaving. But he suddenly turned around, looked directly at Xia, and replied calmly and mercilessly, "You are not my master, you are not qualified to be my master."

"You..." Xia simply stayed on the spot. She didn't expect that she had been busy for so long, and she was all in vain.

"I'm going to find the master." Shu Le said, opened the door and walked out, but this time Xia didn't stop her, because she had woke up from the dream and understood her ridiculousness. The other party was not something she could drive. And the theory that whoever awakens the opponent with blood will surrender to whom he thinks is not generally ridiculous.

If he wants to go, let's go! She couldn't keep him anyway, so she didn't care, but suddenly a name appeared in her mind, and she couldn't help but frightened, rushed out of the room, and went to the courtyard of the Grand Ducal Mansion, still not seeing the other person's shadow, "Shu Le~ "

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